Primitive

Rock’n’roll machine
Suicide dream
I fly high on amphetamine
Four chords and a gun
I’ll make’em run
Cos' I got the grind
There in my mind
I’ll rock you in
I’ll rock you out
Rock’n’roll machine
Wants to getout
I got the Elvis Inside microchip
It’s a hard drive killer
It’s a silicon king
I’m on the speedway babe
To cybersex graceland
I’m a rock’n’roll machine
From the suicide team